Scandinavian Folklore Trolls Novels & Stories

The troll grinned wider, its rusty ax held high. Phillip glared in horror. As fast as lightning deflected the ax with the back of his arm, even though it numbed his arm almost breaking it, at least the organ was still there. One hard kick from Phillip sent the Troll crashing into a puddle of mud. In the next instant, the Troll's body was sucked swiftly into the mud before it even had a chance to scream. The puddle turned into a tall mound of mud that ran like a snail. Phillip quickly backed away as the creature approached, but it turned out to be only helping him to his feet. Phillip frowned in amazement as the mud creature waved his hand in a friendly manner. Typical Northern Falsies.

The trolls were enormous, with thick, gray skin and long arms that swung by their sides, but instead of charging, they stopped at a distance and raised their hands in a peaceful gesture. “Hold!” Wulfric barked, motioning for the pack to stand down, though the tension remained high. The lead troll stepped forward, his voice deep and resonant. “We mean you no harm,” the troll said, his words slow but clear. “We have heard of your journey… your quest for the haven. We would like to join you.” “How did you know that we were going to find the haven?”

He just survived death. He made a slight movement again just to confirm what he just remembered, and the pain that came with it was enough proof. He just escaped death. But there was still one question bothering him. "How come we were attacked by trolls". It was a very troubling question judging from the fact that they were up north, and trolls were known to reside down south. They never ventured anywhere past the southern boarders. At least non he had heard of. "That's the same question everyone else has been asking around here. But no one has come up with a meaningful answer".

I was surprised my laughing didn’t wake Kaileeh up. “Alright,” I started once my laughter subsided. “You mean to tell me that two vampires and two werewolves couldn’t steer clear of Troll traps and repeatedly walked into them? Not only that, but female Trolls, who aren’t but a foot tall, essentially tried to have their way with you, and you were defenseless, obviously because they pretty much tore your clothes to shreds, and you’re supposed to be two of the most feared creatures in the world? Oh wow, I’m so scared,” I stated sarcastically. At this, Sage and Alyx began to laugh too.

And the hand-drawn pictures showed magnificent animals, sometimes poised on a rock in the moonlight, other times racing through woods. The first chapters of the book were devoted to the history of shifters and the explanation of the Slavic term for them, vlkodlak. Now why did that suddenly sound familiar to her? Of course! Her neighbor, Mike Volka. He'd said his ancestry was Slavic. Was that the reason for his interest in werewolves? She needed to get the book out again and get back into it. She replaced what she called her library clothes with sweats and a long-sleeved tee shirt, leaving off her bra, a treat she gave herself in the privacy of her own home. Then she fed Mischief, fixed herse

But I am aware that this thought is only being deceived by nature's beauty. “I know you are being amazed at what you see mate, but don't be fooled by that. Have you noticed that the scent abruptly changed? It's the troll's way to lure the people into the woods and eat them. Well, that's what the legends tell. I should know, been here since I first saw the light in this miserable world”, said the driver from the headquarters of IW. I was caught off guard by what he said, my interest is not on his words by how nature fooled me, but something about, “Trolls?”

The seer fired back making everyone laugh. “Trolls are not violent dear seer, they are the same as your kind, they are not violent, but it doesn’t mean that there won’t be any rotten potatoes in a sack. Like you.” The troll elder fired back as well but before the seer could say anything else Tia chanted a spell and sealed his mouth. “You should have done that a long time ago.” The troll elder said to Tia.

I don't claim to know too much about Norse mythology, but I remember reading about this. "It is important not to mix belief and fairytales into our reality. Like we are careful not to call hamram for werewolves, superstition is also colouring the knowledge of our helping spirits. Trolls steal kids, elven girls make men drown, Christmas elves make mischief. All those things are made up to scare people to change to a new belief". Siri explains. "Like christianity did with the horned God". I mumble to myself.

’ Rex asked as they stopped at a group of short bushy leafed trees at the base of the hill, the blackguards not 200 paces in front of them, somehow they had not been spotted yet, even as the large group of trolls were now searching for them, roared and grunted loudly. “Get back into line ya disgusting f**ks!!” someone yelled from behind them, followed by the crack of a whip. Looking back, an obscenely chubby man with a leather harness and stained white trousers was cracking a whip trying to restore order with the trolls, who roared in response to the pain, but did not stop them from searching, “If ya disgusting things want food, go THAT way and eat them ya useless f**ks, now move!!” ‘Yes, tr

Elara POV Vexx had outdone himself this time. As soon as we were within sight of the warehouse, we were descended upon by trolls, or ogres maybe? Whatever, all I knew is they were huge, smelly, and a product of wicked magic. It took three of us to take down one of these monstrous things. Luckily, we’d only sent one of our magic workers inside with the rescue team—or bait team, depending on how you looked at it. Claire, Grey, and I felled one of these club swinging trolls together by hitting him hard with spells on all sides. No sooner did we finish with him, then another one climbed from a crevice in the earth and roared, brandishing its studded weapon at us.